i just want to walk

I am a walker in a running world.
It tells me to rush along
and claim the things it thinks me to need,
but I don't want to miss the beauty of this season
I just want to walk.

When the leaves fall off the tree's
and the air is crisp and fresh
I don't want to miss the crunch beneath my feet
I know the season is changing as I walk.

When the passerby's call out 

and grumble that I should join their running
I simply shake my head and say
"I just want to walk"

I keep a steady pace,
though sometimes I stumble over the cracks
but you won't catch me running ahead
I just want to walk.

And soon the sky is filled with flakes,
as they fall lightly and trace my steps
and the cold takes the breath out of once living things
but it's beautiful, as on I walk.

And as I huddle to keep myself warm
and my cheeks grow rosy to the tip of my nose,
I know that my heart is in a similar place
and so, for just a while I stop.

I watch the white snow as it collects
and purifies the world as it melts
and in the same way, my soul is cleansed
and so I walk.

The trees show signs of life,
and green tinges begin to tickle the ground
until the flowers burst into brilliant song
and color my walk.

And it's funny how the spring requires
the winter to prelude the new
that death must come before life springs up
and I see that in my walk.

I am a walker in a running world,
and I hold the hand of my Savior.
I ask if He would like me to run,
but he smiles at me, with little demand but to ask
"How about we walk?"